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Well, I'd gorged myself on Christmas breakfast, so it was time for an afternoon nap.

I started having weird dreams... first I heard a can of beer opening, so I reached to the mini-fridge which had magically appeared next to my bed to get a can of my own, which I opened, and it started spraying everywhere, until it was gone. This repeated a few more times before I rolled over and went back to sleep.... suddenly I'm knocking on the door to my girlfriend's house, and thinking "Why am I doing this, her family is in the States right now..." then her sister answers the door, I open it, and it's really dark inside, I can hardly see her, but it appears to be my girlfriend now, and not her sister, she says "Hello", and I say "Hi", then she goes "HELLO? HELLO?" in a creepy old woman voice... and wait, she IS a creepy old woman, I have the wrong house!

Then I wake up for real. It was weird.

--------------------"I have no valid complaint against hustlers. No rational bitch. But the act of selling is repulsive to me. I harbor a secret urge to whack a salesman in the face, crack his teeth and put red bumps around his eyes." -Hunter S Thompson
http://phluck.is-after.us

that kind of shit freaks me out...like when you wake up and it all seems real.i remember once when i was trying out those nicotine patches, i left one on when i went to sleep and had the most vivid, lucid, crazy asss dreams i've ever had. i gave some of the patches to friends and they said the same thing. nicotine is the devil.

--------------------Real botanists laugh at HPS systems, we do however use high pressure sodium in the parking lot. - artthug

I have this spot where I go here that always gives me the same type of creepy dreams. The kind where you are asleep but we think you woke up and have no idea you are dreaming, but you have little or no control over your body but you try to do things like you normally would, then you wake up. Only you wake up into a dream amlost exactly like the one previous. Your mind doesnt catch on untill the process of waking up and still being asleep happens several times and then you realize that you are asleep and you do everything in your power to wake yourself up. Often it seems like the waking up process is taking hours and you think to yourself I have been asleep for a looooong time, but when you actually do wake up and glance at your watch you see the whole experience wasnt more the an hour or 45 minutes long.I dont like to sleep there too often because it fucks with my head, but every now and then it is what I need.

the other nite i dremt i was walking with this bartender midget in some dark neighborhood .. he kept doing sumersaults and talking. we walked past a spinning robot on the floor.. then we kept walking and found 30 story tall voltrons! they had the new voltrons, original voltrons and ones with sneakers! and they said i could order them for 80 bucks when i got home.. then we climbed some stairs and the midget turned into my brother, then i think i woke up.

So my dad picked me up from school and we went to get some ice cream. As soon as I walked into the place, the entire building and everybody/thing in it (except me of course) turned into ice cream... Melting, gooey, chunky ICE CREAM!!! The walls were coming down, and the ceiling was starting to bow, dripping all over the place, so I knew I had to get outta there. Thinking quickly, I dove through the wall of ice-cream that was previously a large window near the entrance.

Suddenly I was on the concrete outside the place and there was broken glass all around me. My dad yelled "what are you DOING?!" I had just jumped through the glass window of the ice cream place. There was no ice-cream anywhere except in those big cardboard bins they keep it in...

Then I woke up

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I got really sick last night for no apparent reason. Ithrew-up everything n my stomach with lots ofpressure. ANd then I puked again but there was nothingleft in my stomach. I was freezing and shakingviolently, and I could barely move. I went to bed andlost all concept of time. It felt like I would wake upafter a long night's sleep, so I would look at theclock and it'd say 9:30, and then I'd look at mysisters, whom were still reading their books. It'dturn out that I'd been sleeping for about 5 minutes.This happened all thru the night. I had insane dreams,I'm not even sure how I could explain them. The firstone I was still fighting the pain, all i saw was awhole bunch of orange shapes that would seem torepresent my suffering. I would try to turn everythingblue, because blue was comfortable, I would take oneshape and turn it blue, then another, but some timeswhen I tried to change one, a whole bunch of the onesI had already changed went back to orange. My goal wasto make all the shapes combined into one giant bluecircle. I eventually finished after several hours ofwaking up, and started feeling better. Then I had adream that everyone was in a prison kind of school,and that every time we were in a certain room near theedge of the compund, everyone would try to escape.Everyone tried this a ton of times, till I eventuallyfound a crotch rocket, and took off far away from theschool. I made my way to a Canadian tire kind of dreamcasue I was running out of gas. I was driving my bikeall around the store asking everyone what kind of gasmy bike needed. The choices were: regular, premium,and heavy. everytime I'd come closer to figuring itout, the shelves would become all messed up, andnothing was where it was before. When I'd find the gassection, I'd have forgotten what kind I needed, andthis went on.

I jsut woke up and I'm still a little weird feeling,but I don't feel sick.

I always remember my dreams. I have the most vivid ones when I have enough time to sleep for a really long time...

I never really went lucid in my dreams, but I always feel in control. They are always very colorful and alien, but they always feel very familiar at the same time.

Also, when I'm tired and going to sleep, when I close my eyes and start drifting away, I get some very, VERY intense spontaneous imagery. I'll picture some unexplainable things, that I can describe perfectly. I don't see them with my eyes, but I feel them in my head, and I have a very clear picture of what they are. I can even draw them without any problems. For example, the other day, I saw (or rather, I felt) a face; it wasn't a human face, though. It was rounder, and it looked scared. Its mouth was opened, and it had a small television remote control strapped on it, sideways. It's very weird, almost scary...

I used to always hear voices when I was going to sleep. The voices were my friend's and my family member's, most of the time. They'd say really spaced-out stuff, like "I ate your lawnmower", or "Hi, I'm a goblin"... It would happen in such a powerful rush that I'd suddenly shake myself out of my drowsiness, and I'd be scared to close my eyes again, fearing that I would go mad.

It still happens sometimes, but defenatly not as much as it used to. It used to happen every night, many times a night. I even almost got it checked out, once...

i have to take drug tests now so i cant smoke herb but in most of my dreams i smoke herb and i then panick in my dream that im gonna get tested and i wouldnt be able to see my gf and shit cuz id get grounded. even when i wake up it takes me a minute or 2 to realize i was dreaming.

I think the beer thing was really just a confusing mesh of the senses. I heard actual beer cans opening, and a hissing sound from the radio, which led me to believe that my beer cans had tiny holes in them.

Her sister usually answers the door when I knock...

--------------------"I have no valid complaint against hustlers. No rational bitch. But the act of selling is repulsive to me. I harbor a secret urge to whack a salesman in the face, crack his teeth and put red bumps around his eyes." -Hunter S Thompson
http://phluck.is-after.us

I was at work, and they force us to wear the Company Shirt - I didnt have one, so I had to steal one - Turns out it is the shirt of my 22 yr old boss (the one I have the screamin thigh sweats for) Anyway- i am forced to return the shirt -and proceed to remove it. It gets fuzzy here.

Later, i awake in forest, in a long ivory dress, thats heavy, and hard to run in. - a huge bear is trying to attack/stop me, and walks along side me - so i cant get away. he keeps snifing my crotch, and asking me if i am a girl? (he talks?)

From out of the bushes, comes a Hermit - all scraggly, in an old coat, with a large staff/club. Wavignhis arms he draws the bears attention away from me. FInally, He attacks the bear, and it dies.Before I can thank him, I notice it is the 22yr old again, i\under the beard and dirty coat I try to talk to him, but he is already walking back into the forest.

--------------------"I have no valid complaint against hustlers. No rational bitch. But the act of selling is repulsive to me. I harbor a secret urge to whack a salesman in the face, crack his teeth and put red bumps around his eyes." -Hunter S Thompson
http://phluck.is-after.us